Page 110 of Find You Again (Nashville Star 2)

All these feelings between us, they’re once again lit

I thought I had lost you, I thought our time was done

But when I saw you standin’ there all I did was come undone

And I know I could be angry forever, but then

I’d rather be makin’ second chances mine again

I reckon we ain’t the same people we were

But we got the same love, and no more of the hurt

So I say let’s keep the passion, those tangled sheets in the bed

Because the cold hard truth is I don’t love you like I did

Baby, I love you more than the way-back-then

I do, all because you’re the one who finally found me again.

Griff’s throat bobs, heavy with emotion.

The song’s perfect. Absolutely perfect.

And it’s a sign. Alabama’s way of telling him she’s still in it.

If he is.

A shot of adrenaline surges through Griff. He rises abruptly, his boots hitting the floor with a loud thud. “I gotta go.”

Freddie glances up. “What?” She scrambles to her feet when Griff moves for the door. “What in the bloody hell are you talking about?”

“I ain’t doin’ the tour,” he says resolutely, no room in his tone for argument.

The song was never about their past. It was about their future. And Griff’s changed. Alabama was right when she said he was the best man for her. He is. And starting right now, he’ll prove it.

No more running. Not anymore.

“You can’t—” Freddie palms her hands and takes a deep breath. “Come back inside and let’s discuss this. Let’s—”

“I’m done talkin’. I got a girl, and I got to go find her.”

He pounds down the stairs, then stops and glances back at Freddie. Her arms are crossed, her face red, a small vein in her temple twitching. “You do this,” she warns, “you’re done, Griff.”

“I know,” he says with his typical swagger. “But hell, who am I kidding? The second she set foot on that bus, I was fuckin’ toast.”

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